My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She was a woman of a certain age, an age where she was told how she speaks, how she dresses, how she conducts herself was unbecoming a woman of her maturity. She felt like a pedestrian pedestrian walking through life head down, stumbling through traffic uninspired. The fortune teller’s sign, unnoticed on other trips downtown, … Continue reading How old would you be
The merry-go-round turned in unsteady circles. Time and weather dulled the once brightly painted framework. Years of little feet racing around the spinning platform had created a dusty moat, wearing away the foundation and making the whole contraption treacherous. It was perfect. I was taken back to my childhood. Warm summer days spent outside until … Continue reading Playground time warp
Thin spiral notebook 